“There’s a thing you could be! It’s in the Guiding Book. You don’t know anything, you see, like Mona says. But you might be a Lone Guide, I believe.” A big tear, the existence of which she had been hitherto unaware of, suddenly half-blinded one of Betty’s eyes. For she didn’t want, she told herself, to be any more “alone” than she felt already. She didn’t know what Guiding was, one bit; but she felt quite sure that she didn’t want to be a Lone one! The very sound of the word made her feel so dreadfully home-sick that she couldn’t believe Miss Carey’s promise to her _could_ come true, and that this time to-morrow she would be feeling like one of the rest. As she turned to look in the glass and to wink away the tear, there came a tap at the door, and Gerry, springing suddenly forward, gave a squeak of joy. “_There!_” said Gerry, throwing a dimply look at Betty. “I knew Sybil would manage it. I _knew_ she’d come!” CHAPTER V THE DAISY MASCOT It was Sybil’s face that looked in at the door. She was smiling, and her eyes were bright. “May I come in?” she said. “_Sybil!_” arose a chorus of surprise, and Betty realized at once from the sound of amazement in the tones of Rene and Mona that this apparition was as unexpected to them as to her. A dormitory visit from the head girl must evidently be considered in the light of a kind of miracle. Their brushes hung suspended in mid-air; they tore back the curtains of their cubicles feverishly for a better view; their eyes and mouths were open. Only Gerry, still dimpling secretly to herself, took no part in the squeaks and squeals of wonder. Sybil took no notice of them either. Coming in, she closed the door softly, and stood just inside. “I have Miss Carey’s leave to come,” she said quietly; “and Nurse knows too. Now which--” she stopped short and looked round the room--“is Betty Carlyle’s cubicle?” “This!” said Gerry in a triumphant voice, pointing with her brush, and speaking in a tone of suppressed ecstasy. In another moment Sybil had stepped across the polished floor, through the curtains, and inside. Miracle of miracles, too, she seated herself with a smile on Betty’s bed; miracle of miracles, one of her arms went round Betty’s waist as the little new girl stood there, brush in hand, still trying to swallow down the remembrance of her ignorance “of everything,” and still fighting against the idea of being a “Lone Guide.” But everything seemed to change suddenly with the appearance of the head girl, and with the comfortable feeling of Sybil’s arm. Betty gave one gulp and didn’t mind. Somehow she knew that Sybil had come to put things right for her. “Miss Carey said it would be best for me to come to-night instead of waiting till to-morrow,” said Sybil, giving Betty’s slim figure a little hug. “She thought that the news I’ve come to bring would give her nice dreams!”